Past Stone Worlds

Succinctly Yours ~ Week 32 Picture Prompt
Use the photo as inspiration for a story of 140 characters OR 140 words.
It doesn’t have to be exactly 140, just not more.
Word Of The Week: Eerie - Not used
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Dear Fred, are you still loving flint these days?
Betty, you stone me with your words and winning smile!
We're far more than mere rubble!!
(140 characters)
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Succinctly Yours is hosted by Grandma's Goulash

More Than Shavings

Succinctly Yours ~ Week 18 Picture Prompt
Use the photo as inspiration for a story of 140 characters OR 140 words.
It doesn’t have to be exactly 140, just not more.
Word Of The Week: Arbitrary
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To some
This smelly, messy shed was of arbitrary value-
Disposable
But I knew here were the shavings of
My grandad's final masterpiece.
(140 characters)
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Succinctly Yours is hosted by Grandma's Goulash

New Civilisation

Succinctly Yours ~ Week 11 Picture Prompt
Use the photo as inspiration for a story of 140 characters OR 140 words.
It doesn’t have to be exactly 140, just not more.
Word Of The Week: Ponder (not used)
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Our numbers are melting.
No youth follows our footsteps.
We will age and reality will be no more.
Civilisation will be a virtual screen!!
(140 characters)
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Succinctly Yours is hosted by Grandma's Goulash

His Wings May Be Mine!

Microfiction Monday #51 ~ where a picture paints 140 characters, or even fewer. Susan says:
Photos will be from my own archives; illustrations are from Dover Publications' free clipart sample newsletter.
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He wasn't the prince of her dreams.
His pointy beard was mean
And his long nose was devious.
But his winged horse tuned to her spirit...
(140 characters)
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Hosted by Susan (Ireland) @ Stony River

Hose With a Secret

Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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Friday Flash 55
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The colours of Spring were glowing bright in my garden.
But my eyes were drawn to my neighbour’s driveway just visible through the foliage. Tangled swirls of the hose awkwardly dangled over border rocks.
It wasn’t there yesterday!
I know it wasn’t there yesterday!
The house is a summer holiday house.
And it’s not Summer…yet!
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Hosted by G-Man aka MrKnowItAll

Do I Know You?

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ At school holiday time, this dog often wanders in to our garden in the Dromana Hills, Mornington Peninsula
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Friday Flash 55
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It was raining again…
Like tears rushing from some fathomless well of loneliness…
My loneliness meant holiday confusion…
After all the clamour of half breakfasts before your flight to work in snarling traffic…
After the daily joy of seeing you return home safe…
Now there is just this hollow moment of staring at a stranger…
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Hosted by G-Man aka MrKnowItAll

It's Not Coolville

Microfiction Monday #46 ~ where a picture paints 140 characters, or even fewer. Susan says:
Photos will be from my own archives; illustrations are from Dover Publications' free clipart sample newsletter.
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He ignored the jumble of buildings at Coolville.
Belpre was his ritual destination every Spring.
Tiny Hannah was his real Spring, always.
(140 characters)
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Hosted by Susan (Ireland) @ Stony River

Under Contract

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ neonised in Picnik
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Friday Flash 55
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Too often I feel that I am the postscript in your life.
While you shop around for gambles, I walk the other way.
I pass you in some carpark, but you are too busy marking your determined footsteps to notice.
Remember that I am the one who pays for it all, for better or worse.
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Hosted by G-Man aka MrKnowItAll

Cannibalistic Waters

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Fisherman at Sorrento Back Beach, Mornington Peninsula
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Friday Flash 55
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Somehow, hordes of wild mouthed waves cavorting to shore are like some crazy reapers, threshing around for choice bruises in the harvest; gathering and dragging them out to oceanic chaos. It’s wise for guilty souls to stay just out of reach on the sands. Fishing is a good way to spend ugly thoughts, ugly memories.
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Hosted by G-Man aka MrKnowItAll

Greetings

Microfiction Monday #43 ~ where a picture paints 140 characters, or even fewer. Susan says:
Photos will be from my own archives; illustrations are from Dover Publications' free clipart sample newsletter.
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The postcard slithered from her hands. All those lonely months wondering.
His Greetings from New York meant Farewell with a slinky smile.
(140 characters)
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Hosted by Susan (Ireland) @ Stony River

Spellbound

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Intricate light patterns on the waters at Dromana, Mornington Peninsula
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Writer's Island 2010 ~ Prompt #15 ~ Spellbound
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It was one of those cluttered Saturday mornings
Intimidating date with the weekly shopping routine
Gorgeous weather mockingly watching our dutiful engagement with
The inevitable

But on the way home
Car boot laden
Somehow the light
Sensuously beckoned

A brief relief by Dromana pier

Magical
Undulating dance of
Light rippling on
The breath of
Water

Spellbound by
The art of light
Spellbound
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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Hosted by Rob Kistner

LOCATION: in the Sea of Words
LONGITUDE: Imagination
LATITUDE: Creativity
CLIMATE: Warm winds of wonder

Last Connections

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ An old phone at Point Nepean - right at the end of the Mornington Peninsula
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Friday Flash 55
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We thought World War II belonged in Dad’s strange, smudgy past.
But a trip to defences at Point Nepean, in the far south of Australia, shattered our crystal reverie.
Here was the spot where he once manned a cannon, watching.
And here was the very phone where he made his last call to Melbourne!
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Hosted by G-Man aka MrKnowItAll

As It Was

Microfiction Monday #42 ~ where a picture paints 140 characters, or even fewer. Susan says:
Photos will be from my own archives; illustrations are from Dover Publications' free clipart sample newsletter.
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Slowly Nature is claiming me!
I am a hint of scorched stones and a whisper of your creative spirit.
Be near me!
Touch me!
Remember us!
(140 characters)
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Hosted by Susan (Ireland) @ Stony River

To Be Or Not To Be...

Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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Friday Flash 55
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They were just venetian slats evenly dissecting a window; a round, sealed, smeared window that somehow looked disturbingly like a porthole.
The view must be a little high because she could just glimpse the top of a power pole.
And tantalising breakfast smells drifted from somewhere below.
Was this her first or last meal here?
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Hosted by G-Man aka MrKnowItAll

Overland Track

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ My angel
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One Single Impression #126 ~ Angel
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As he trudged through the cold swirls of morning mist, (barely seeing trees and rocks), to pass the time, he found himself thinking about angels.
Traditionally, angels had wings and always wore a halo, like a kind of suspended golden crown.
He was pretty sure that the angel of death had wings too.
But he could not remember if anything was suspended above this angel's head...

Why was he thinking this way? Perhaps too much map reading before this bushwalking trip.
He remembered laughing at the names...
Walls of Jerusalem
Mt Achilles
Mt Pelion
Mt Ossa
and he saw other names...
Jupiters Moon
Promised Land
Eden River
Paradise
Like a religious, sacred window on older, maybe utopian worlds.

And yet Tasmania's Overland Track sounded just so "outback Australian"!
Some outback! Where even in summer, he had been warned that there could be snow falls and icy winds!
Right now, in December, just before Christmas, he was tasting thick icy mist and his companion should be just ahead of him...should be!

The trek was meant to be a bonding experience...bonding with Nature...bonding with his companion. (He had never asked her to be his wife.
Strangely, he couldn't recall too many times that he even referred to her as a friend.)

Their lives together had wavered in recent years. She was a university lecturer and he was just a furniture removalist. Everyone called them the odd couple. Once he thought that he loved her for encouraging him to return to studies. He admitted to frittering away school days and really wanted to mend wasted time in his life. But her encouragement had insidiously transformed into nagging. His good intentions were slipping and he was beginning to see her as one of his former teachers - pushing deadlines and rules. He couldn't work under those tight conditions.

And now, here they were, trying to find common ground with Nature...
But she was a little closer to the ground than he was...

He looked up, wondering if something was suspended there...
shrugged...
smiled...
and suddenly felt he had wings to fly
deliriously
free...

Time to mend wasted time...
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Hosted by Andrée and SandyCarlson

Break of Dawn

Magpie Tales ~ Mag 24
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Dawn light breaking in a room should be the birth of waking joy.
But in this room of tossled, discarded sheets, (at such an early hour), there was a sense of hasty, sad retreat from broken, dying dreams.
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Hosted by Willow

Timothy Remembers

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A lonely, silent station at Tyabb Art and Craft Village, Mornington Peninsula
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Friday Flash 55
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This was once a place for children to take a ride in fantasy world. Timothy was Thomas the Tank Engine’s friend. Children accepted Timothy and so accepted his regular driver, even the strange, unknown new driver. It had been raining, raining continuously. Slippery tracks and a racing train meant no magic circle from now on.
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Hosted by G-Man aka MrKnowItAll

A White Breath Tale

Magpie Tales ~ Mag 23
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My golden glow is stained with age
But my signs weather on...
Signs attesting to
A master plan
The eternal beauty of
My purpose for being...

I cocoon
I am
The White Breath
Against
The House of Fire
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Hosted by Willow

Chairs

Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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Friday Flash 55
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The weathered cane chair on the verandah was aging well – peeling and paling. If only his memories could peel and pale. How could someone leave his own wheel chair bound father in a house threatened by rampant bushfire? The moment was too easy. He needed his inheritance urgently. And children had to survive, didn’t they?
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Hosted by G-Man aka MrKnowItAll

Kitty Strings

Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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Word Pool Wednesday #5 ~ charity + donation + kitty
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The tiny kitty was a charity case tragedy - disposable.
One leg missing was undesirable.
The donation of medical attention failed.
Failed until a little lame girl begged her mother for a furry friend.
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Hosted by Ellie Garrett (UK) at Diving in the Word Pool
*33 word story*